#「mercury x enji」

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guess ~ charli xcx

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💜 Match made in heaven: Sailor Moon x BNHA Pro!Heroes 💜

A match made in heaven or Kiki is playing Cupid: Which Sailor Warrior suits which pro hero? Please let me know if you agree or disagree! Also, I am excluding Sailor Moon because she belongs to Mamoru, as well as Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune since they are already a perfect couple and there is nothing Cupid Kiki can do! 💖

Important Note: I am aware that the Sailor Warriors are all between 12 and 19 years old (I think Sailor Pluto is the only one who is not a minor). The age differences between them and the Pro Heroes are in some cases huge (and minors+adults being in a relationship is not okay) and with this note, I just want to emphasize that I was just purely looking at the Sailor Warriors’ personalities and imagined them as adults for this headcanon to match their counterparts. But, if you feel uncomfortable reading this, please let me know because I want this page to be a safe space! Thank you! 💖

Eraserhead x Sailor Mars

hear me out on this one: You probably thought I was going to put our flame girl Rei with our flame dad Enji but let’s face it they would probably just fight all the time. She doesn’t have a high opinion of men because of her father (again a reason to not put her with dad Enji) that’s why she needs someone who can face her sassy comments and her temper which is usually pretty calm except when she is around Usagi. She hides her warm heart and kindness behind a wall of ice and we all know one hero who is a little bit cold on the outside but a big caring softie on the inside. I can see both of them having the best conversations! Also, despite her anger when it comes to Usagi, she is a very patient and gentle person who is also loyal af. If Aizawa gets in trouble she will have his ass covered. If Rei is in trouble, he will come and support her. I think that their relationship would be a very balanced and calm one.

Present Mic x Sailor Mercury

Hizashi, Present Mic, loud boy who needs lots of love and attention. He is 100% an extrovert that’s why he needs someone who is 100% an introvert. Ami is a very shy person at first but as soon as you get to know her, you will meet her sweet, gentle and caring side. She is a quiet girl with a loud soul and because of her calming demeanor, she is the perfect fit for Hizashi. He lives life to its fullest, la dolce vita is his slogan and this is something Ami needs to learn: to stop overanalyzing everything and to just dare and Hizashi will help her to experience life and to take more risks. On the contrary, when his life gets a little bit too loud he has a safe and quiet place he can go back to which is Ami.

All Might x Sailor Venus

It doesn’t matter if you think of Big!Might or Small!Might both are a perfect fit for Minako. There is a reason why she is Sailor Venus, the Goddess of Love since her whole personality is made to fall in love with her. She is friendly, clever, can be a goofball and seconds later she is the most serious person you have ever known. Minako is exactly the kind of girl that would sweep Toshinori off of his feet. He feels down and needs someone to talk to? No problem, Minako will listen patiently and give him a warm hug afterwards. He had a stressful day and just wants to relax? No problem, Minako will first crack a joke to make him laugh, before she prepares the most luxurious bath he has ever been into. Small!Might is dealing with low self-esteem? Minako will shower him with honest compliments while covering him in kisses. Big!Might on the other hand has to deal with a Minako that always wants to do arm wrestling. She has a pretty athletic physique but all her strength is in her arms that's why she always wants to challenge Toshi. He, of course, would break her arm if he would use all his muscle power that's why he just lets her win (most of the time). To sum everything up: The things that Minako give are the things she receives from Toshi. The answer to her kindness will be more kindness. Her happiness is his happiness and both of them would die for each other.

Fatgum x Sailor Saturn

Again, another: “Hear me out on this one!”. Taishiro and Hotaru are THE MOST PERFECT MATCH FROM ALL OF THESE MATCHES OKAY!?!? Fatgum is what you would call a good boy! He is kind and his top priority are always the people around him, whereas he always puts himself last. Even though he can come off as serious, he is a very extroverted, funny and playful person who just loves to laugh (and to eat). He is a pure ray of sunshine that will always make your day brighter. Hotaru however is a beam of moonshine: She is extremely shy, can be at times socially awkward and has a hard time making friends. But when she opens up to someone she is the most kind-hearted person you will ever know! She is quiet on the outside but on the inside, she is soft, caring and a complete romantic! Why do I think Taishiro and Hotaru are the most perfect couple? Because they are so different they balance each other out perfectly! He will talk when she is too shy. She will give him the most romantic surprises you can think of and in return, he will make her laugh until her tummy hurts. Both of them would fight and die for each other because their love is the purest of them all (I’m going to cry). Extra Note: Hotarus is the one who has the brains in the relationship and you can’t change my mind.

Hawks x Sailor Jupiter

(not gonna lie he and Usagi would be a great pair too cough)

My little precious babies who only deserve the best! Makoto lost her parents when she was very young which meant that she had to learn how to take care of herself from a young age. She is very independent and sometimes she has a hard time relying on others. Despite being on her own most of her life she is a very outgoing person who loves to live life to its fullest! Because of her loud personality and her tall-looking appearance, she comes off as a tomboy but luckily she does not care what others think of her, EXCEPT her senpai from high school. She was once in love with a boy at her school who sadly rejected her and for a long time, she couldn’t get over her broken heart. She tried to find a new partner that was similar to her high school senpai but she ran out of luck. The reason why the universe didn’t want to see her with her senpai was because she was meant to be with Keigo. Keigo had a troublesome childhood himself and even though he is a very optimistic person, he has a hard time openly talking about his feelings. He always casts his emotions aside because he sees them as a weakness and as a pro hero he can’t be distracted by something so trivial. But his carefree and friendly character is what caught Makotos’ attention. Both of them just want to live life but they are also very loyal to the ones they love and look up to. Every second they spend together is full of laughter and none of them are too shy to show how much they love each other. They are a perfect match because he can learn from her how to feel his emotions deeply and how to align with them, whereas Makoto finally learns that there is no shame in relying on others.

Gang Orca x Sailor Pluto

I will not lie, this couple is a wild one and something neither You nor I might have expected! BUT these two have something very trivial in common: They both look like villains but are the sweetest people you will ever meet. Kugo is undoubtedly a big softie with the biggest heart ever. He loves everyone even though he pretends not to be. His caring nature and his loyalty are two traits that others appreciate about him. He might be the No. 12 hero but is probably the No. 1 hero that you can rely on and this is something our outer senshi girl Setsuna needs. She carries a cold and distant facade, which is a result of her responsibility as the Guardian of Time and Space. She has this huge task on her shoulders and one mistake would have fatal consequences. Despite the loneliness she feels inside, she never lost her loving heart and the motivation to turn the world into a better place. She is like a mother to her friends and all those she loves and will always take care of the needs of others. It is like a personal mantra to her: To serve others before thinking of yourself. She is selfless, wise and has the most beautiful smile. Kugo adores everything about her and if he could he would take away the burden she has to carry.

BONUS: Endeavor x Sailor Neptune

At first, I wasn’t sure if both of them would fit together but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. Enji is a very straightforward but also complex character: He did many things wrong in his past and his abusive behaviour towards his wife and children should not be excused. Still, he kind of got his redemption arc and you could tell that his demeanour was changing, that’s why I believe he deserves a second chance in love as well. Behind his wall of confidence, stubbornness and coldness lies a man who is insecure and just needs to be truly loved. He has a gentle side that he never had a chance to explore before but now that he is trying to reconcile with his children and himself, a perfect woman is waiting for him to make him a better man: Sailor Neptune aka Michiru. She is what you would call a princess: She is intelligent, well-mannered, kind and confident. At first, she might come off as distant and arrogant but she has a heart of gold and would sacrifice herself before the people she loves get hurt. She is a perfect match for Enji because she will cool him down when he gets hot-tempered. She is not obedient and openly communicates when she is hurt or thinks that Enji is getting out of control. And because she can talk back and think and fight for herself she is his perfect counterpart.

[a-ikuoliver]

AWEEE THANK U OZ!!!!!

Latest self-ship: latest official selfship is mercury x suguru..... i have just started blue lock tho so we'll see LMAO

Favorite self-ship trope: being toxic LMAOOOO every one ever is an on/off relationship lmao u can't make me be nice to them AHAHA

Longest running self-ship: iiiii think bakugou, he was why i got into the anime community and got more into selfshipping so i think it has to be him

The self-ship you never saw coming: enji... i hate him so much but i just love toxic men i'm sorry to Everyone lmao it was an accident

The f/o you no longer self-ship with: sweet baby kirishima i adore his charater but he's too nice lmao i must give him up to a good home

npt!! @aquadenks @forgivenessneurydice @papersirens @gojoest + anyone who sees this!

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Masterlist

Who I write for is listed below:

Individual masterlists will be linked as they are created. Don't see a character you like? Send me an ask! I may be willing to add them.

American Horror Story

The Countess Dandy Mott Misty Day

Bates Motel/Psycho

Norma Bates Norman Bates

Blade

Deacon Frost Eric Brooks/Blade Mercury

Bleach

Byakuya Kuchiki Findorr Calius Gin Ichimaru Jin Kariya Kenpachi Zaraki Kensei Muguruma Mayuri Kurotsuchi Retsu Unohana Ryo Utagawa Sosuke Aizen Szayelaporro Granz Yoshi

Cabinet of Curiosities

Jenkins Brown (possessing Walter) Richard Pickman Walter Gilman

Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid

Da-Eun Kim Daniel LaRusso John Kreese Terry Silver

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Black Puddle Queen Freaky Fred

The Crow

Eric Draven Myca Top Dollar

DC

Bruce Wayne/Batman (Bale) Edward Nashton/The Riddler (Dano) Edward Nygma/The Riddler (Carrey + Smith) Fish Mooney Harley Quinn (Robbie) Jervis Tetch/ Hatter Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Murphy) Joker (Ledger + Phoenix) Orm Marius Oswald Cobblepot (Taylor) Victor Zsasz (Carrigan)

Dead to Me

Jen Harding Judy Hale

Disney (* denotes live action only)

Claude Frollo Cruella DeVil* (2021) Diaval* Maleficent* King Stefan*

Evil Dead Rise

Ellie

The Faculty

Edward Furlong Elizabeth Burke Joe Willis

Firefly Trilogy

Baby Firefly Otis B Driftwood Foxy Coltraine

Final Fantasy

Cid Bunansa/Dr. Cid Kadaj Loz Lulu Rufus Shinra Sephiroth Seymour Guado Vayne Solidor Vincent Valentine Yazoo

Funny Games

Paul Peter

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth Cersei Lannister Jaqen H'Ghar Margaery Tyrell Melisandre Petyr Baelish Ramsay Bolton

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen Daemon Targaryen Larys Strong

Hunter x Hunter

Chrollo Lucifer Hisoka Morou Illumi Zoldyck Uvogin

Insidious

Josh Lambert + Parker Crane possessing Josh Steven "Specs" Fisher

Jujutsu Kaisen

Choso Kamo Geto Suguru (+ Kenjaku) Mahito Mei Mei Nanami Kento Ryomen Sukuna Toji Fushiguro

The Legend of Zelda

Ganondorf (Twilight Princess) Ghirahim Midna Sidon Zant

The Letter for the King

Jaro Viridian

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

Beorn Grima Wormtongue Thranduil

MCU

Agatha Harkness Heimdall Hela M'Baku Melina Vostokoff Namor/K’uk’ulkan Natasha Romanoff Norman Osborn/Green Goblin Okoye Olivia Octavius/Doc Ock Otto Octavius/Doc Ock Peter Parker (Maguire) Ultron Wanda Maximoff

My Hero Academa

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Naruto

Deidara Hidan Kakazu Kisame Orochimaru

One Piece (Live Action ONLY)

Buggy Garp Kuro Sanji

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Amber Sweet Luigi Largo Nathan Wallace Pavi Largo

Saw

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight Amanda Young John Kramer

Silent Hill

Pyramid Head Vincent Smith

Stranger Things

001/Henry Creel Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov Joyce Byers

Thirteen Ghosts:

Dana Newman/The Angry Princess Dennis Rafkin Horace Mahoney/The Juggernaut Royce Clayton/The Torn Prince Ryan Kuhn/The Jackal

Us:

Abraham Tex

Wednesday

Larissa Weems Marilyn Thornhill

Would You Rather

Julian Lambrick Shepard Lambrick

X-Files

Cecil L'ively Dana Scully Fox Mulder Luther Lee Boggs

Misc. Characters

Adrian Tepes/Alucard (Castlevania) Albert Shaw/The Grabber (The Black Phone) Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Bo Sinclair (House of Wax) Cesaire (Red Riding Hood) Commodus (Gladiator) Creepy Thin Man (Charlie's Angels) Daniel Robitaille/Candyman (1992) Doug Davis (Cooties) Dracula (Lugosi + Bang) Ellie (Evil Dead Rise) Habit (EverymanHYBRID) John Ryder (The Hitcher) John Wick Kruger (Elysium) Kusuriuri/Medicine Seller (Mononoke) L Lawliet (Death Note) The Man (Hush) Moira (The Princess) Quentin Shermer/The Blissfield Butcher (Freaky) Rachel Summers (The Uninvited) Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out) Ross Humboldt (In the Tall Grass)

Celebrities* (see request rules)

Angela Bassett Idris Elba Jeffrey Dean Morgan Kathryn Hahn Patrick Wilson Sigourney Weaver Vera Farmiga

[a-ikuoliver]

hiring you after a particularly tense night could either be the best decision endeavor ever made, or the worst.

pairing: enji todoroki x f!reader w/c: 2.7k warning/s:fem!reader, escort!reader, cheating, reader has hair out, finger sucking notes: sorry not sorry i just wanna be a rich mans toy; dialogue is a lil clunky my bad lmao

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

“so, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” despite the firepower of his quirk, the ice is thick between you, your teasing words hardly making a crack in the frigid surface. undeterred by it’s solidity, you make your way over to the hero, still seated at the desk on a chair that makes him seem more imposing than he is, his shoulders flaring past the edges of the high back, the only thing in the room that towers over his seated frame.

the expansive office isn’t enough for the both of you, the air already thick when you take another step closer, the heavy mahogany swinging shut behind you, latching into place with an echoing thud. still without a word, endeavor stares you down like he would a villain, watching your every move, every rise of your chest, the slow sway of your hips. his ears tingle hearing your sleek heels click along the hardwood floor, slow, calculated steps across the ice, no fear of falling when you venture further into the icy depths of the office.

crystal blue eyes trail over your body with every click, drinking in the sight of your tight, white blouse, the top three buttons undone to expose a sliver of your lacy bra, the skirt with a slit far too high on your thigh to be appropriate, your sheer black stay-ups that stop at your mid thigh, a peek of your garter poking from beneath your skirt to keep them up. his ears are ringing when his glare reaches your heels, unsure if it’s his blood rushing to his head, or the sound of you stepping over the rug echoing in his head.

the hero’s heart pumps in his chest incessantly, he can already see the headlines now, top hero hospitalised for cardiac event after inviting escort to his agency. your proximity might be a fate worse than death.

drawing his eyebrows down, he averts his eyes; it shouldn’t be this easy to work him up, you’ve just walked into his office and his mind is already wandering. and yet, when he slouches in the leather, he spots the dark red lace beneath your skirt, the minute layer of fabric doing nothing to hide your dizzying cunt. enji’s sure he’s pale as his head rolls back, the blood rushing from his head, swallowing hard, he wills himself to just relax. you weren’t a threat, you were a woman. so, why was his skin burning so damn hot?

slinking around the corner of his desk like a cat readying for a nap in the sunlight, your non-existent tail curls around his throat, bringing his attention back solely to you. perching yourself on the edge of his desk, shuffling back just enough until the bare skin of your thighs squishes against the cool surface, your position hiking your skirt higher on your limbs, even more so when you cross one leg over the other, pushing the fabric to your hips. he’d never admit it, but his cock jumps just watching you move, gliding over the slowly melting ice with a confidence that made his head feel like static the longer he stared.

your allure makes his head fuzzy, your little office getup flattering every curve and plain of your body; the cliche glasses perched on your nose working better for him than he’d thought. it only gets fuzzier taking you in, your exposed thighs, squishing around the elastic of your garter, the curve of your throat, the shape of your tits when you leaned closer, the colour of your lips. you study him through the glass, licking your lips just to watch him squirm, nearly drooling yourself at the flex of his thighs as he adjusts in the seat, his bulge more than enough evidence of everything he refused to say aloud.

despite calling you after a late patrol, heaving and panting down the line with his fat cock grasped in his hand, he never quite expected the follow through.

“i’ve never been inside the number ones office before,” his gaze is still glued to your thighs listening to you speak, the weight of your sultry gaze making him shift side to side again. quirking your head, your voice is low and even when you lean closer to question him, “what are you so nervous about, endeavor?”

it takes every ounce of his self control to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head at the sound of your purring voice, instead, he keeps his blue eyes trained on your sparkling, mischievous ones. even with his attempt to remain stoic, the glimmer in your eyes makes it abundantly clear you remember the low, gravelly tone of his voice when he’d called you, the addictive rumble in his throat as he’d all but groaned down the line, asking to see you. you didn’t bother to respond with your rates, you knew he’d pay from how fucked out he sounded.

“i’m not.” enji wordlessly thanks any god above that his voice is even, that he doesn’t choke on the words, even when you drift closer. your scent clouds his mind, he doesn’t know if it’s your perfume, or a quirk, but the smell sticks to the inside of his nose, melting into every wrinkle and ridge of his brain with every slow breath in. shaking his head doesn't quite clear his head. countless villains defeated by him, but a gorgeous escort clad in a tiny skirt was making him tremble, the pure lewdity of you draped on his desk dressed like that had his blood rushing to places it hadn’t been in years.

growing closer to the hero,his dick twitched like it did the night he called you, the fat tip of his cock starting to stick to his boxers when your lips brushed against the stubbled skin of his jaw in an addictive, barely-there touch, marring the skin with a line of dark lipstick from the corner of his lips to his ear.

“let’s get you more comfortable,” you purr in his ear, the sound waves sending jolts of electricity down his jaw, through the jugular in his throat, down his oesophagus into the depths of his stomach with a deep shudder. your head is just as foggy as his when you drop to your knees in front of him, the wet dream of the hulking hero falling apart at the seams when you’d hardly touched him, hadn’t done a thing to make him so clammy, to get him so worked up, to have his fists clenching at his sides. you hadn’t even looked at his fat cock yet, let alone touched it.

kneeling between his thighs, each wider than your head, you lift a heavy foot that’s nearly as long as your torso, setting his heel in your lap as he studies you like you’re alien; dark red eyebrows furrowing, wrinkling in the centre when you unzip the side of the boot, tugging the moulded lather off his foot. he can see down your thin shirt at this angle, his stormy eyes locked on the charm at the centre, hypnotised by the way it catches the light like a crystal sun catcher in the middle of july, his attention only drawn away from your chest when you tugged his other foot into your lap.

the longer you fiddled with his shoes, the more strung out he got, his tendons feeling like they were about to rip under his skin, his knuckles itching to reach for you, to tug at the flimsy buttons holding your shirt together until the stitches split, growing more and more desperate to bury his cock in your cunt. fuck, he nearly forgot how a warm, wet pussy felt gliding up and down his cock. his eyes fluttered shut, the relief of his boots slipping off his feet doing little to relax his wired body, especially the more he thought about how you’d look bouncing in his lap, still in that short, tight skirt, your pretty manicured fingers rubbing at your clit, your mascara smudging under your eyes when you came, how you’d moan his name when you ride him. would you shudder feeling him dip his head into your weeping cunt? would you ask him to go slow, shiver atop him sinking down his length? would you let him spill his seed in your cunt? or swallow all his cum while you lick him clean of your juices. biting his lip, he stifles a groan at the fantasy of your cheeks full of his cum, of it spilling over your perfect lips, dripping down your chin onto your chest, tainting your thin shirt.

—his eyes squeeze shut with a groan, a heavy hand rubbing at his lidded eyes, the pressure of his knuckles in the socket forcing the picture of you from his mind. he shouldn’t be doing this. he can’t do this. his cock is aching, he can’t be doing this, but fuck, he needs it.

“i can hear you thinking,” you study his face, taking in the bright topaz of his eyes, the indecision swirling in them, the jagged scar tearing through the left side of his face, leaving a gap in the hair on his jaw, the stubble spattered around the clear skin surrounding it, the start of a beard a red only a shade darker than the hair on his head. enji’s hand drops to his thigh, his bright aquamarine gaze meeting yours, the blue a deep navy in the shadows stretching over his face, somehow still glowing an electric blue despite the darkness beneath them, the weary lines that come with the job, and age. propping your chin on his knee, his head rolls back, the front of his boxers nearly wet from staring at you, the glittering of your eyes that looked like you were starstruck, the dark eyeliner smudged around your lash line that he desperately wanted to make run down your face, the creamy lipstick already starting to smear around your lip line, half of it still left on his cheek.

“i don’t know if i can do this…” running a hand through dark red hair, leaving it in spikes. even with his apprehension, he doesn’t stop you from dragging your fingertips over the hard muscle of his thighs, doesn’t jostle your chin from his knee, allowing you to slide your hand under the hem of his shirt to feel the heat of his bare abdomen.

“i..i’m married.”

there’s a flash across his face, a guilt, a worry. you we’re used to clients having… commitments, someone to go home to after you, although, this was the first time you’d seen a man so concerned about it, the morals of betraying his family, the morals of just thinking of you laid bare for him to lick, nip and suck as he pleased, to make your spine arch into him. he’s itching to have you melt on his tongue, on his fingers, fuck, the longer he ogles you, the more he thinks tarnishing his reputation might be worth it. your posture straightens, the hero doesn’t miss a single twitch in your muscles, waiting for you to stand, to storm out. instead, you hum, an amused sound from low in your throat, your hands sliding from beneath his shirt back down the length of his thighs.

light as a feather, your touch grazes his aching cock, his blood running hot through his veins to his crotch, like it was his own hellfire ablaze beneath your touch. it doesn’t cool when you reach for his left hand, tugging the limb easily into his lap, not a single one of his bulging muscles straining to stop your light touches on his skin. sparing a glance at him, you gently trace your fingertips over the cold gold of his ring, the metal dinged, scratched and worn smooth at the edges from years of marriage, decades even.

“i’m not trying to be your wife, endeavor,” your eyes shine looking up at him, “it’s cliche, but i’m anything you want; a lover, a girlfriend, a date— if you don’t wanna touch me,”

your pink tongue pokes out from between your lips when you trail off, slowly licking down the length of his finger. the digit’s calloused, thick from years of hero work, his skin hot in your mouth like a cookie was right out of the oven, when you were too impatient to let them cool, instead savouring the dough melting in your mouth. wrapping your lips around his finger, your eyes are still locked on his, hardly sucking at the digit when he breaks the eye contact, heavy eyelids fluttering shut with a deep groan at the sensation of your tongue and lips around the third knuckle. he sounded even better than he did down the phone; so gravelly, like the noise was alien to his vocal chords.

“then, you don’t have to touch me,”

neither of you have shed a single piece of clothing, he hasn’t even touched you, you’ve barely touched him, yet, his head rolls back when you moan around his finger, licking at his hand like you were trying to taste his leaking cock, your ministrations hardly helping the pre steadily dribbling from his tip. enji’s hips jump when your tongue dips in the webbing between his fingers, any apprehension melting inside him with every pulse of his echoing heartbeat, desperation thrumming in his veins, the need to feel your drool dripping down his cock, to feel the heat of your cunt beneath the red lace of your panties. he throbs with the need to sink into you, he’d fuck you on the floor of his office right now if it meant he could see your pretty pussy dripping with his cum. unfortunately, instead of your creamy slick gathering in his palm, sliding down to his wrist, it’s your saliva, drooling from your bottom lip onto his thick skin, dripping onto the front of his trousers to make a patch on the front mirroring the ever-growing one on his boxers.

“i won’t touch you unless you decide it,” your voice is like an angels chorus, even as devilishly sultry as it was.

“huh-i’m��” breathing heavily, enji’s voice is garbled, his mouth drawing into a tight line, every muscle in his body tensing when you bob your head, sucking his fingers deeper into your throat like you were trying to milk his dick. your hair falls onto your face when his hips jolt off the chair, his hips pushing his palm into your face, his ring finger pressing against the back of your tongue. his resolve is melting, his hips grinding shakily into the air the longer you sucked at his hand in his lap, your soft lips wrapping around the ring beneath his last knuckle, the sensation of your teeth against his skin forcing a rumbling groan from his chest. gold ring between your teeth, you sensually drag your tongue along the underside of his finger, setting every nerve on fire with the tip of your wet muscle fluttering against every ridge of his knuckles.

he’s fucking ruined above you, bulky thighs raising off of the office chair in search of your wet, hot mouth to release into, his hair sticking up in every direction from his fingers constantly tugging on the ends, the veins in his throat shining with sweat at every heavy thrum of his blood. with white knuckles, his abdomen tenses, every muscle in his body fighting against the urge to cum, to wait until he had you beneath him, on top of him, on his face would be less fucking shameful than making a mess of his boxers from a little pseudo-blowjob.

enji mumbles something, his tongue too heavy in his mouth to make any discernible words, especially not over the sound of your slurping at his fingers, he sounded more like he was huffing and grunting than speaking, the sound clawing itself out of his throat when his eyes screw shut, his muscles losing the fight to restrain himself.

shuddering, every solid muscle relaxes at once, the tension ebbing, melting from his veins into pleasure when his cum spits from his hot tip, sticking the front of his boxers to his cock.

his head drops back when you sit back up on your knees, his ring looped around the tip of your tongue, his finger falling from your mouth with an audible pop in the quiet room, the only sound his heavy breathing and the shuffle of your clothes as you adjust your position.

he can fucking hear the grin in your voice spotting the dark stain at the top hero’s crotch, “still worried about your marriage, endeavor?”

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w/c: 0.6k tw: femme reader, reader smoking cigarette, daddy issues lmao, endeav*r a lil rough i'm so sorry for what he does to me LMAO

your lighter crackled with life, the flame flickering even as you tried to shield it from the steady breeze blowing by you, only just getting it to the cigarette at your lips before it extinguished entirely, the metallic click of it flicking closed echoing in the quiet night. your eyes fluttered closed at the first, euphoric suck in of the smoke, the nicotine already rushing to your head.

with a long breath out, you leaned further into the wall, slowly releasing the silvery smoke in a controlled stream out of your nose, studying the way the coils of smoke dissipated into the starry sky. tapping the butt, you watched the ash fall to the floor, the unhealthy habit melting the tension from every single muscle with every deep inhale of the toxicity.

exhilaration flooded your veins the longer you held the cigarette between your fingers, lipstick already staining the filter after two puffs from the stick.

standing a couple feet away from your neighbours fence, still hidden from the lamplight of your parents own front gate, you tap the cigarette once more, indifferent to your neighbour stepping out onto the pavement with you; clad head to toe in clothing you’re sure that has more zeroes on the end than necessary. a hero's salary clearly more than enough for a cashmere sweater or two.

“you’re still leaving ash on my doorstep?” his voice is as disapproving as it was when your mother moved in, when you snuck out here for your first cigarette, when he first scolded you like a child for smoking, lecturing you like he was your father. you expected nothing less from endeavor, ever critical of your impudence, your blatant lack of respect. even in the dark, he’s analysing you, cerulean eyes flashing with disapprovement at the height of your boots, the bare skin high on your thighs, the curling smoke of your cigarette still burning between your chipped fingertips.

everything about you was nothing short of a mess, something to be fixed, to be taught a lesson.

you ash your cigarette again at your feet, the ash glowing beside your boots for hardly a second before lifting the smoke back to your lips once more. he didn’t like the colour of it on your lips, he longed to wrangle you, to make you listen, to clean you up into something respectable. not some angsty twenty-something still hiding her cigarettes from her parents. he’d make you into something useful.

“sure it’s not from that temper of yours?” his eyes blazed staring into yours, your eyebrows quirked in a faux innocence he was familiar with, a smirk threatening to break your expression when he stepped closer. his intimidating stature blocked out the lamplight above his doorway, shadowing you in darkness, only the glow left of the cigarette’s cherry lighting up the sly grin on your lips.

“mind your manners, young lady.”

you snort, sucking in another mouthful of smoke, letting it escape you again in a laugh when your eyes lock with his, “what does it matter to you, huh? you’re not my father.”

your lips close around the end once more, stubborn eye contact never breaking when you sucked in another toxic breath, picking yourself up off the solid wall, an eyebrow quirking waiting for his response. making one last bad decision, your lips formed a perfect pout, blowing your breath back out, the stream of smoke aimed directly at his set jaw.

a hot, scarred hand displaced the smoke, gripping the back of your neck, holding you still under his burning eyes, the jolt forcing your cigarette to the ground below his feet, stamped out by the hulking man.

“maybe if your daddy had taught you some respect, i wouldn’t need to.”

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like lovers do | nsfw 18+ | 2.7k — 05/06/2024

summary: hiring you after a particularly tense night could either be the best decision endeavor ever made, or the worst. warnings: fem!reader, escort!reader, cheating, reader has hair out, finger sucking

daddy issues [nsfw] — 02/03/2024

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⚠︎ THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL

updated: 10th september 2024

⚠︎ DO'S:

ideas/thirsts/fics — send in anything you'd like adhering to these rules and if the inspiration strikes i'll write it! there's no guarantee i'll write something huge every time or if i'll write anything at all

nsfw + sfw + fluff

fem!gender bends

canonverse [not so much for jjk lmao i still do not understand curses] + au's

characters [a-z] ⚠︎ [BNHA] — bakugou katsuki, hado nejire, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, sero hanta, shinso hitoshi, todoroki enji, todoroki natsuo, todoroki touya, toga himiko, yaoyorozu momo ⚠︎ [JJK] — itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara, sukuna ryomen, suguru getou, zenin maki ⚠︎ [BLLK] — aiku oliver, isagi yoichi

tropes/themes/kinks — childhood friends to lovers; friends to lovers; enemies to lover; friends with benefits; cheating; degradation/name calling; dumbification; manipulation; spanking/hitting; edging/orgasm denial; control; masturbation; fantasising; stalking; cnc/dubcon/noncon; bullying; incest/stepcest/psuedocest; age gaps; threats; blackmail; toxic relationships; typically i lean more into the pining/set up of relationships rather than established/domestic scenarios but i’m not against them

feel free to send me a character + a prompt from the prompt list

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TAKE INSPIRATION FROM MY WORKS/THIRSTS — ALL I ASK IS YOU TAG ME + THE POST THAT INSPIRED YOUR WORK

⚠︎ DONT'S:

poc/religious/trans/male/masc reader (i’m white, atheist and cis i have no place writing in those pov’s lmao)

knots/knotting, hybrids, werewolves, a/b/o/omegaverse dynamics

pregnancy, parenthood, children, any use of "im going to knock you up/impregnate you/put a baby in you”/etc

bodily fluid play (cum; scat; watersports)

top/dom reader/pegging

age regression/ddlg/ageplay (similarly master/mistress)

insecure/sensitive/crybaby reader to an extent — majority of the time i characterise reader as self-assured & confident, im not a huge fan of reader being insecure or sensitive

cowboys/western au's

ships; all writing is x reader

characters [a-z] ⚠︎ [BNHA] — literally so many students not listed above/below, pro heroes not listed above/below, villains not listed above/below ⚠︎ [JJK] — higuruma hiromi, ieiri shoko, ino takuma, kong shiu, mahito, mei mei, todo aoi, tsukumo yuki, uraume, zenin mai ⚠︎ [BLLK] — barou shouei, gagamaru gin, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, mikage reo, raichi jingo, shidou ryusei

characters i don't think i could do justice [a-z] ⚠︎ [BNHA] — aizawa shota, bubaigawara jin, jirou kyoka, midoriya izuku, shindo yo, shigaraki tomura, takami keigo, todoroki shoto, uraraka ochako, usagiyama rumi ⚠︎ [JJK] — fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, inumaki toge, kamo choso, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta ⚠︎ [BLLK] — bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro

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